Drill - Prince Dre

We the one who screaming, «Fuck the opps»

Ayy, and fuck the cops

I won’t lead the scene, I’m still squeezing 'til somebody drop

Leave your body leaking then they freeze him, put him on that box

He dolphin, got hole in his top

They popped him like in the pot

Bitch, I’m with the violence, I come from that willing

Shots ring, more bodies piling, ambulance, police sirens

Well, they know it’s drill, murder, kill, kill

Face shot, shoot him close range, gotta look like Emmett Till

O’Block, they heard of us, they call us murders

I know a killer that get visits, he’ll wrap you up like a surgery, uh

He just use face masks, high speed, make the jakes crash

Get close, shoot through the glass

Bullets spitting, switches like Flash

And I made this bitch blast, throw shots just like

Glock on me just like fashion, streets know that boy a savage

Boy, you better run, here the killers come

Five-Seven just new jeans, for issues we got bigger guns